Yesterday I swore and promised to God
That I'd get out
Don't, no, don't
Dont try and tell me how to live
I
You're outta line
You're always fucking with my mind
You always waste
You wonder why I never think you understand
Because it seems
Where do you wanna go to school?
I don't know
Where do
We are the lazy generation
No more standing out in line
So
I hate the way you won't let me go out
Won't you take it down
When you wanna get inside of
Another time, another place and I'll say it to your
You want to know what's all inside of me
Well, just
Why don't we wrong the right
You wanna know just like
Billy rapped all night 'bout his suicide
How he'd kick it
Where do you wanna go to school?
I don't know.
Where do
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